Droskar's Crucible

[Toryn Togglebit]

Toryn watched as the Grick unceremoniously dropped into the pool of molten metal; the faint smell of burnt flesh intermingled with the scent of iron as the critter proceeded to get deep-fried.

Easily done my bearded brethren. Toryn swiftly repaired the dings to Larz's shield, though he winced and clutched his ribs in pain. Ouch...that one gave me quite the wallop! Those worm-like creatures have surprisingly swift reflexes.

Shield Repair: 1d20+7 21